Mr. and Mrs. Smith = 8/10. I love Angelina Jolie, despite her not being the most umm...stable person ever.
Just so you know: even though there's no "use by" date on Bill-Jac, eventually it will acquire about an inch of furry mold/mildew/icky on top of it and drive you insane trying to figure out what's making the refrigerator stink. Even if it was never opened.
I was very disappointed with my choice of dinner. Until Saturday, Te Kei's was one of my more favored restaurants in Tulsa. By favored I mean that I wanted to go there again. I'm VERY big on eating at a place one time and then moving on to see what else the city has to offer. It has a great atmosphere, low lighting, calm, upscale feeling, etc. And I've been there three or four times before this. Doug had never been there before. His friends had told him that it was crap. I set out to prove them wrong because what do his friends know anyway? How could they even begin to believe Te Kei's bad place to eat? Blasphemy!
Despite the Austrailian-looking waiter named Flip (no middle name) Coffee (or more likely Coffey--he said it was his real name) that was most decidedly an in-the-closet or bisexual, the experience sucked. I got